He Thought of You

This is a poem that I wrote while I was a "greeny" missionary in Twin Falls, Idaho. For whatever reason, I have felt inspired to post it on my blog. I hope that it may be of meaning or help to someone.

He Thought of You
By
Elder J. Merris

His fists clenched in agony of the pain He sought to bare
Perhaps He saw your face and mine, as He bled and suffered there
He looked at you and pondered, if your soul was worth it all
The blood which drenched His garments, in bitterness and gall
But He rejoiced at the thought of you and all that you are worth
He thought of the chasms you could not cross without Him on this earth
He called upon the Father with perfect love unfeigned
But He knelt alone that night, when His blood dripped like drops of rain

As He stumbled through the streets, scorned by thoughtless men
He lifted his own cross, and thought of you again
There was love in His eyes as nails pierced His gentle flesh
He thought of you and all mankind, and how you would be blessed
Amidst the hostile crowds, He knew each person too
And said, "Father forgive them, for they know not what they do."
He could have stopped it all as He hung there on that day
But then He thought of you, and the pains you feel today

He departed from His body, to Heaven up above
Perhaps he met you face to face, and embraced you with His love
And yet we often wonder, and sometimes we forget
The mercy that was wrought for us, so that our needs could be met
And do we always remember Him in moments of despair
The way He thought of each us and that love which we felt there
At the thought of us, He paid the price, that we may live again
And so each day I'll think of Him, the Savior of all men